My self-isolation creative writing lesson for today.
I was watching “The End Of All Things” when suddenly my smart TV went blank, followed by a bunch of static, and then a ghostly apparition appeared:
Ghostly apparition (very slowly): Hello, Russel. This is God.
Russel: Hello, God! How’s it going, dude?
God: I am not a dude. I’m a dudette.
Russel: A-ha! (not the group). I always suspected you were ever since my term paper in junior English class in high school.
God: Yes. I read that paper. Very good thesis and very good supporting research.
Russel: So what do I owe this pleasure today, God?
God: I want you to give up margaritas.
Russel: Ha! What’s in it for me?
God: I know you care about people and you have been tracking the novel coronavirus that I lovingly sent the world, yes?
Russel: Yep. I knew it was you! So, again, why should I give up margaritas?
God: If you give up margaritas, I’ll call an end to the COVID-19 pandemic and return everything to normal.
Russel: What about the thousands of people who have died?
God: They are collateral damage. Nothing can be done about them.
Russel: But if your son, Jesus, can come back to life, why not other people?
God: Because they are not my children.
Russel: A-ha! (again, not the group). I knew it! I knew it the first time I saw children dying from cancer.